Guess what? These letters are not just bringing healing to our hearts, but they’re inspiring people to reconcile with each other here on earth. While they have the blessing of breath and life to share.
I’m broken hearted that our real life, skin to skin time has passed. I will never claim that this road of losing and remembering you is an easy journey. It has undone and remade me Mom.
Yet, I keep imagining myself with cupped hands, held high, begging God to redeem my story. A posture of “here, take it, make it beautiful in a way that only you can.”
Do you remember the story in John 9 about the man born blind? I have no idea how heaven works, but I’m sure you know what I’m talking about. Heck maybe you’ve done drinks with THE man born blind.
My mind is imprinted with the verse: “this happened so that the works of God might be displayed in him.” John 9:3
I love that Jesus side steps the stupid trap of the question and gives something far more lovely.
We question “why” all the time, both on purpose and by nature. The why of pain is a road that cannot be navigated and to be honest I rarely mess with it anymore.
I have no idea how to sort out what God sends for his glory and what is an inevitable result of living in a broken world.
This world, that operates outside of original intent.
I don’t think God sent your depression, or that his finger was on your death.
Yet I am glad you’re free of pain, whole and reunited with Our Father, and Dad too. I’m glad for the redemption of your story, my story, our family, this life. Piece by piece, day by day, bit by bit.
That the works of God might be displayed in him
Redemption, hope, healing, reconciliation, I see those works happening and they certainly fall under the heading of works of God.
For without him, those words are not, cannot come to fruition.
I love you, I miss you,